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The still day is odd. Not to be trusted. The silence, the scene, the seaming absence of God. As if the hands of fate have rusted.

The morning air is crisp and still. The subtle fog and nights new death. The risen sun and bright new chill, are the first of new days breath

I hate to see you go. I shouldn't, but I do. It should be easy, with all of the wrongs you've done and do. It still hurts, an ache within bone. To mourn that person I'd thought i'd known. I'd do it again. Id cut you off and out without a shred of doubt. That's what it means to be a friend.

IS VOX AS STRONG AS HE PURPORTS? OR IS IT BASED ON HIS SUPPORT? HE WOULD BE POWERLESS WITHOUT THE OTHER VEES. And here's the sugar on the cream, he asked me to join his team. I said no and now he's pissy that's the tea.

The father of free will The angel who fell He offered the apple Eve took it they tell now humanity has come so far they called him the morning star A tenuous trespass, to go against the grain he lost everything and humanity gained Fallen and hated, his legacy marred they called him the morning star

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It's like a trip up the stair Too dark to see ahead But after years you know its there. Then one night you make that climb there's one more stair to find you think Fear in your eyes You feel your heart sink That awful feeling of grim surprise.

The city lights, the street lamps glow The mists gray haze The fresh fallen snow The people that live here from afar, just tiny specs In haphazard arrangement That no one could expect

Missed a few days due to...lizard brain but but but I'm going to do a backlog today so *drumroll* get ready

Here is my go to beverage in case anyone was wondering: chai with half pumps chai, then half pumps of brown sugar and cinnamon with soy

Missed yesterday so today will be a double feature: The scratch of pencils The roll of a dice Time with friends A fantastic sojourn The imagination let loose Ideas scurry like mice At the table, we are free To be true to our hearts And nurture the aspects Which til then had been scorn

writing a poem every day til Christmas Day 1: Winter chill, a brilliant breath To close the year and reflection provide Somber beauty, autumns death And I a bird to to view it fair, silent stillness to yet confide. In shortest days the finest gaze. subsides to spring Yet always stays.

Listened to favorite things from Sound of Music so figured I'd do my own verse: Table top games that go on for hours And animations of heroes with powers Wonderful books and the stories they bring These are a few of my favorite things

She star on my spangle til I banner

People who try to break a hundred dollar bill for a 4 dollar coffee BAFFLE me...like we opened 20 minutes ago of course we don't have change

Can't wait to see Wicked with my favorite characters Elphabussin' Glizzda and The Rizzard of Mog #Wicked #brainrot #bluesky

I love it when customers order a drink at Starbucks and immediately expect it to be made and ready like there weren't 6 people ahead of you before you ordered and like there isn't mobile orders either

Anyone else think that the Canada Dry cranberry ginger ale is WAY better than winter spiced sprite cranberry?

My roman empire is my unending quest to make a bacon egg and cheese sandwich at home that's just as good as a diner made one

This absolute Icon of a Witch really decided to serve a look this cunty just to gaslight and manipulate some wayward witches into blasting her in her basement. No notes. 20/10.

Trump should put Diddy in charge of the oil reserves to keep up the child predator theme

Here's my interest post! Pokemon DND Baldurs Gate 3 Anime Gravity Falls Music(listening and playing) Bo Burnham Cooking Vinyl Records Books(fav Author is V.E. Schwab) #promosky

The existence of Stephen Hawking implies the existence of a Stephen Tuahing